Hip. Well, children and foules, agree as you will, and let the World know now, women have nothing to doe with you.
Pe. Come, Madam, I thinke your Dinner bee almost ready.
Enter Tales, Kingcob.
Hip. And see, here are two honourable guests for you, the Lord Tales, and sir Cutberd Kingcob.
Ta. Lacke you any guests, Madam?
Eu. I, my Lord, such guests as you.
Hip. Theres as common an answere, as yours was a question, my Lord.
King. Why? all things shood be common betwixt Lords, and Ladies, you know.
Pe. Indeed sir Cutberd Kingcob, I have heard, you are either of the familie of Love[23], or of no religion at all.
Eug. He may well be said to be of the family of love, he does so flow in the loves of poore over-throwne Ladies.